Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 14, 2007 2:36:53 GMT -5
Bright Magick's first encounter with a stag was unpleasant. His death had become so sudden to her, the lord of darkness captivating his soul.
She stood solemnly, her creamy topaz tail drooping low. Her once vibrant tassel was plastered messily on the sheeness of her nape.
Magick was indeed in no magical mood. She awaited for claimance, hopefully by a light.
She stood solemnly, her creamy topaz tail drooping low. Her once vibrant tassel was plastered messily on the sheeness of her nape.
Magick was indeed in no magical mood. She awaited for claimance, hopefully by a light.
